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And Quackenbush now sees Emily as that Muse which he lacked previously.

Chaste yet vital.

Jessie deftly catches her crown and jams it firmly in place with both paws.

Oh Emily I wish I could see them! They sound so beautiful. Do you have to have silly-sneeze-ya to see them? Jessie obviously has never heard of the word before.

It's difficult for ducks to sneeze, but Emily encourages her mates to attempt such folly in pursuit of the magnificent, golden sprites. A cacophony of sneezes erupts from the kindle of cats as she giggles and calls Quacky to come in from the lake. His webbed feet will be getting wrinkled if he doesn't hurry up.

Atchhooo! aaaahhhhtchoo! I think I see one! It's like a golden light and it sounds like faint flute music.. Awww its gone again. Aaa aaa - anyone got any pepper my sneezes have all dried up!

Quackenbush’s feet remain soft and attached as he arrives near Emily.

Emily feels comfortable with Quacky’s kvacks; there is Norse in Quacky’s distant relatives.

Between the kvacks, the quacks, the mews and the pepperchoos Emily is enchanted with her new-found home.

Its a multilingual many-animaled paradise...

Where are the other cats?

Naia is asleep, and I think the others are napping too. I can arrange to have some food brought in, my human slave is very obliging. ok we need about 10 dishes of crunchies, roast 'mouse' (vegetarian version) in catnip sauce and some salmon mousse. A bowl of acorns for Zarian and some duckweed, maybe half a pound, for Emily and Quackenbush. I will use my handy human-uber-eats app and it should be delivered shortly. That will wake them all up.

It was a lovely party-a feline smorgasbord and a great all-animal celebration. Sadly, Samantha, Peter, Paul, Prince and C.C., all my lovely cats of the past, are headed back to the Rainbow Bridge now. We loved coming back and sharing the "Memory" of the old days, when we lived with the lady called IstominFan. Tarzan and MamaCat and Faber, an elegant 17-year-old feral Snowshoe Siamese (yes, seventeen-a grand age for a feral cat!) said goodbye to the old generation of cats and continued to enjoy themselves, knowing it was Samantha who started the legacy of kitty love. All Siamese, Lynx points and tabby striped kitties who came after knew it was Samantha who lit the flame in that crazy cat lady's heart.

The sprites have the power to bring them back on brief jaunts from the Rainbow dimension for a frolic down memory lane.

That's why this lake is called magic or enchanted. It's a happy magic.

Of course some of the living cats were too busy eating or napping to notice the merry Sprite dance. They must look carefully next time or they will miss out!

Zandrian peers into the depths, his whispered face pensive.

Who do I see swimming serenely on Brontë Lake?

Jessie looks around in wonder, now she has a full tummy, and the cats past and present mingling together in the twilight. The lake sparkles mysteriously, as some of the cats from beyond the Rainbow Bridge return to their other home, fading from view. Jessie catches a glimpse of Juanny chasing after his beloved Yarrow, Sammy and Puddums and even Scaminy - most ancient of cats. What a truly magical place. Jessie for a moment forgets she is a princess and struck with awe at the ghostly companions. With a lump in her throat she approaches the waters edge and pushing aside a clump of bullrushes she finds a large stone with words engraved. She reads aloud:

"To all the cats I ever loved

Time is short, my furry friend, and shorter still for thee
A fleeting rub of love and comfort amidst life's fitful sea
Arriving in a flash of fur and toys and chasing games
The years mature your sleeping skills and sitting on my lap
Your purrs cheer and consolement bring
You own me

And then you're gone, your journeys done and here I am
Still
Left to ponder deeply on the gifts you gave,
The solace to my weary heart,
And mine own mortality
To treasure."

Did you write that, Feel?